Loved I two men equally well

Though they were different as heaven and hell

One was an artist

One drove a truck

One would make love

The other would fuck

Each treated me the way he knew best

One held me lightly

One bruised my breast

And I responded on two different levels

Like children reacting to angels

And devils

One was a poet who sang and read verse

One was a peasant who drank and who cursed

Before you decide who's cruel and who's kind

Let me explain what I felt in my heart and my mind

The artist was tender but suffered from guilt

Making him sorry the following day

And he made me feel guilty the very same way

In his bed on the following day

The other would take me and feel no remorse

He'd wake with a smile in the bed where we lay

And he made me smile in the very same way

In his bed the following day

The blow to my soul by fear and taboos

Cut deeper far than a bodily bruise

And the one who was gentle hurt me much more

Than the one who was rough and made love on the floor